When Melody Monroe saw that it was Evan Fairchild who had walked in, the vegetables she was holding dropped to the floor.
Evan Fairchild bent down, picked up the vegetables, and placed them in the sink.
"Mr. Fairchild, you don't have to. I'll do it!" Melody Monroe said quickly.
"Mom, just let Mr. Fairchild help," Ian Monroe called from outside. "He's eating too, so of course he should pitch in."
Melody Monroe was truly at her wit's end with her dear son.
Evan Fairchild glanced at Melody Monroe, showing no intention of leaving.
He didn't say a word, and the atmosphere grew stifling.
Melody Monroe could tell he wasn't in a good mood. She figured Ian must have dragged him here. To think he'd even gone grocery shopping… what an ordeal it must have been for him.
Melody Monroe didn't dare ask him to leave. Glancing at his expensive white shirt, she took a nearby apron. "Mr. Fairchild, maybe you should wear an apron?"
Evan Fairchild lifted his hands and stood still.
